Today, I am incredibly grateful to bring you my Family Guy ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VL-0F3IAVfo&feature=related ) inspired blog with What Grinds My Gears? You may hate this blog but that's okay, because sometimes it feels good to complain about what other people do that drives you absolutely crazy (and in my blog you can't interrupt me, 1st pet peeve). I am also going to apologize in advance for those of you who are offended in any way. I'm sure someone will be, Bahaha Sorry! I would also like to make a disclaimer: I have more than likely done a number of the following things, and they may contradict each other but that is how life goes. My list is as follows:
1. People interrupting me or someone I am listening to. Don't do it, it is rude and you will probably get your chance to talk. The world is not (okay probably not) going to end in the next 2.5 seconds. And I know this is true for myself, whatever you are interrupting with is probably not even that important in the grand scheme of things.
2. Bad drivers. I know I have been a bad driver once and only once in my life :) And this is probably grinds every one's gears so I had to include it. The thing that really makes me angry is getting stuck behind someone going under the speed limit. I know farmer, you and your buddy and your dog want to look at how the corn is coming up and where the cows got through the fence. I know that my grandpas are two of these guys, but I do not care to look at these things. I would generally just like to get where I am going and preferably on time.
3. Finding grammatical errors in published text. I know that my typing, spelling and grammar aren't always perfect. Yes, I will use a preposition at the end of my sentence and that is fine with me. But I know better than to use contractions or the word 'you' in a formal paper. I do not employ an editor so I have mistakes, but publishing companies do for a reason.
4. People using big words out of context to appear more intelligent. This absolutely makes me crazy. If you do this, don't. You sound like an idiot. I'm going to stop here before I get unhinged.
5. Complainers. I understand that this is dedicated to me complaining, but I don't complain all the time about stuff going on. I don't always jabber about how horrible my day was because I know you probably could care less. But I will always listen to you complain about yours.
6. Broken Bones...haha
7. That person at the grocery store who waits for someone to unload their groceries in their car, get in their car, and leave just so they can have that shopper's spot. That person waits for five minutes even though 8 other cars are now stuck too. You could probably use the extra exercise so drive down 4 spots and park there.
8. Chronically late people...come on get it together. Gives me anxiety.
9. Organization. Can't find or do anything. Also gives me anxiety.
10. Actually putting something away, and then not being able to find it because it is where it belongs. Think back to when you were young and your mom told you to put your shoes(coat, bookbag, glasses, etc.) away and then you were panicking when you couldn't find them.
11. Older generations assuming everyone in my generation doesn't respect our elders, we all have to be spoon fed, we all use stupid text abbreviations, etc. Not all of us do these things.
12. Americans. We suck people. We are so self absorbed. Time and money driven. More of us need to take the time to stop and smell the roses. And maybe learn and respect other cultures...just a thought, okay?
13. People who judge and don't give others a chance to get to know them.
14. People who park purposely in the middle of two spots so no one can door ding their car. Your car is probably not that cool. When you do this, I purposely want to park really close to you to make you mad. Your black 2005 Impala with big rims, tinted windows and chrome is not cool. Don't take up two spots.
15. If you have watched a movie with me you might know this one. People who ask questions and talk during a movie. I enjoy watching movies and at that particular time might not want to listen to you. I also cannot answer your question about what is going on in the movie... So don't ask.
16. Cats. They are moody and I just don't like to be around moody, mean cats.
17. Cashiers who don't count my change back, I like to make sure you did it right. I will count it as soon as you give it to me if you don't.
18. People who put their gum underneath tables. I have had to scrape that off. Just don't.
19. When someone uses something of mine and doesn't put it back or they use it without asking. It is mine, remember that.
20. When things aren't even. This not ending on 20 for example. The volume on 23. I just like it better that way. Learn to deal.
Hope you enjoyed my nonsensical gear grinding blog about really nothing at all important. I'll say it again, sorry if I offended you. But then again, not really because no one should do these things.
Until we meet again blogosphere.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Broken Wrist
Since it is rainy and quiet today, why not talk about how I broke my wrist? Exactly, there is no reason not to rehash the whole story. This tale begins quite some time ago, probably middle of April when I decided to invest in a pair of rollerblades. Presumably a purchase I would enjoy, which I did. Growing up, Allie and I would have roller derbies in the garage minus the hair pulling and running people over. So, I was a seasoned vet of rollerblading industry...Or so I thought.
So, I have rollerblades and did a little practice test in front of our house but never really went out "skating". Fast forward to May 19, 2011 7:30 pm. Kacie and I decide to get some exercise. We each pick our preferred mode of transportation, she bikes, I blade. As we hit the road its a little rocky, but as we got going, it all came back. (I would like to pause the story here and link to one of the greatest songs ever bahaha http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDxoj-tDDIU yes, it is the song "It's All Coming Back To Me Now" by Celine)
Back to the story, we are just cruising along and come to this huge hill so we head on up, and by the time we get to the top we feel the burn. As most people know, if you go up a hill there is usually a downside to that very same hill. The downside of this hill was much more intimidating than the upside, but I was feeling like Brink. So we head down the hill and I was going so fast my roller start shaking, almost like a Forest Gump moment when all the metal breaks off. I knew then I was going to fall and fall hard. So I fell on my butt, however I also put my left hand out to catch myself... Well that was the worst idea I had in awhile. As soon as I hit the pavement, I knew my arm was broken. And then I started to cry, of course, and scream to Kacie that it was broken. As she was getting off her bike, I pulled myself to the side of the street.
Once Kacie got over to me, I told her to go get a phone to call someone to come pick us up. No, we didn't have a phone with us. So, she runs off to find a phone to use, but felt bad for leaving so was running back and forth between me and an apartment. For those of you who know how I can be somewhat dramatic and over react, I was surprisingly calm for once. So we call half the numbers I can rattle off before someone comes to get us and take me to the ER. Kacie wanted to call 911, but I said absolutely not. The rest of our lovely roommates come get us, welcome to my blog : Kerri , Kelsey, and Haleigh.
They take me to the ER where I get a shot of pain medicine in the butt, a splint, Haleigh almost passes out at the site of doctorly stuff, and my suspicion is confirmed. I broke my radius and chipped some bone off the ulna. Fast forward again to June 1st, 2011 about 10:15 am, I am being put to sleep for surgery, yes surgery. While I was out, the doc put 5 pins in my arm so the bones heal correctly. So tomorrow (hopefully) the pins will come out and I will get a normal cast.
That is the long version of how I broke my wrist and I apologize to those of you who have heard it already and read it...You will never get that time back, haha sorry!
Until we meet again blogosphere
So, I have rollerblades and did a little practice test in front of our house but never really went out "skating". Fast forward to May 19, 2011 7:30 pm. Kacie and I decide to get some exercise. We each pick our preferred mode of transportation, she bikes, I blade. As we hit the road its a little rocky, but as we got going, it all came back. (I would like to pause the story here and link to one of the greatest songs ever bahaha http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDxoj-tDDIU yes, it is the song "It's All Coming Back To Me Now" by Celine)
Back to the story, we are just cruising along and come to this huge hill so we head on up, and by the time we get to the top we feel the burn. As most people know, if you go up a hill there is usually a downside to that very same hill. The downside of this hill was much more intimidating than the upside, but I was feeling like Brink. So we head down the hill and I was going so fast my roller start shaking, almost like a Forest Gump moment when all the metal breaks off. I knew then I was going to fall and fall hard. So I fell on my butt, however I also put my left hand out to catch myself... Well that was the worst idea I had in awhile. As soon as I hit the pavement, I knew my arm was broken. And then I started to cry, of course, and scream to Kacie that it was broken. As she was getting off her bike, I pulled myself to the side of the street.
Once Kacie got over to me, I told her to go get a phone to call someone to come pick us up. No, we didn't have a phone with us. So, she runs off to find a phone to use, but felt bad for leaving so was running back and forth between me and an apartment. For those of you who know how I can be somewhat dramatic and over react, I was surprisingly calm for once. So we call half the numbers I can rattle off before someone comes to get us and take me to the ER. Kacie wanted to call 911, but I said absolutely not. The rest of our lovely roommates come get us, welcome to my blog : Kerri , Kelsey, and Haleigh.
They take me to the ER where I get a shot of pain medicine in the butt, a splint, Haleigh almost passes out at the site of doctorly stuff, and my suspicion is confirmed. I broke my radius and chipped some bone off the ulna. Fast forward again to June 1st, 2011 about 10:15 am, I am being put to sleep for surgery, yes surgery. While I was out, the doc put 5 pins in my arm so the bones heal correctly. So tomorrow (hopefully) the pins will come out and I will get a normal cast.
That is the long version of how I broke my wrist and I apologize to those of you who have heard it already and read it...You will never get that time back, haha sorry!
Until we meet again blogosphere
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Feeling Old
Today is my oldest niece Samantha's 12th birthday...Oh my goodness do I feel old (yes I'm only 21) but I just cannot believe she is getting so old. So my beautiful niece turns 12, in a year she will be a teenager. So what in god's name do you get a 12 year old girl for her birthday? Clothes, yes I looked but she is 12. 12 year olds are picky. Then I thought, what would I want when I was 12. To be honest, I have absolutely no idea... I liked to be outside and my sister Allie and I would spend our days running wild outside. Kids these days want more tech related items. I'm sorry Sammy, I love you but I refuse to get you an iPod Touch for you birthday.
Speaking of birthdays, I went to a 21st party last night. Fun, but this whole broken wrist thing is starting to get old ( I'll leave the blog on how I broke my wrist for another day). Anyway, dollar domestic draws, I wish I would have had those for my birthday!
Until we meet again blogosphere
Speaking of birthdays, I went to a 21st party last night. Fun, but this whole broken wrist thing is starting to get old ( I'll leave the blog on how I broke my wrist for another day). Anyway, dollar domestic draws, I wish I would have had those for my birthday!
Until we meet again blogosphere
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